Riven Wight

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

When her husband set to work, she grabbed a chunk of cheese coated in wax, and cut off a couple chunks. She looked to Serapis when he addressed her again.
She nodded. “This weekend, perhaps? I’ll get a notice put up and see how many would like to go.”
Thayva covered the uncut cheese with a thin cloth and stored it in the coolest, driest of their cabinets.

* * *

“What, you never heard of a basilisk?” Tor braced herself at the first indication of the dwarf’s charge. She pushed against Laura, keeping herself upright, and tried to use the dwarf’s weight against her to force her to the mat.

“I’d use a hex to root to its spot!” Kia grumbled at the instructor, and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow.
Her opponent rushed her, trying to mimic the movements of a hobgoblin. The other girl only succeeded in looking like a glorified penguin.
Kia tried to jump out of the way, but the other girl, an older halfling named Jennet, caught her off guard with a well-placed strike, then used Kia’s surprise to tackle her.
The elf shouted as the halfling brought her down. She groaned when the halfling got back to her feet and offered Kia a hand up.
“And thus,” Kia began, clutching her chest, her voice sorrowfully dramatic, “the great elf magician was defeated by the mighty queen of the hobgoblins! And all because her instructor refused her the use of magic.” She made a show of writhing in the throes of death, then fell still.

* * *

Nick shrugged at Jorn’s comments. “You think working the fields isn’t hard exercise?”

The human child spun back toward the mute boy, and tried again, implementing a bit more tactic. But the halfling easily ducked and dodged every punch and kick, a couple times managing to bet behind the other child, giving him a few seconds before the human realized where his opponent had gone.
The halfling backed up and sidestepped, predicting the boy’s movements by his body language a second before he tried to land a blow. He glanced over when another set of boys demanded the instructor’s attention, but still managed to sidestep once more.
The laughter of one of his usual dwarven tormenters rang behind him. The dwarf from the hall. “What, forget how to use your fists, too, twinkle-toes?”
The halfling’s hands clenched tightly, the anger on his face making his opponent falter.
“Or do Brownies dance, instead of fight?”
That was the last straw. Anger fuming on his face and raging in his eyes, the mute boy spun around and lunged on the dwarf before the stocky boy could blink.
The dwarf tried to shake him off, to throw punches or pry the halfling’s fingers from around his thick neck as the child swung onto his back, but the halfling easily avoided him.
A couple of the instructors, drawn by the dwarf’s shouts, ran toward the two.
The dwarf stumbled, and the halfling wrapped his arm tightly around the dwarf’s throat, ignoring the warnings of the instructors. He still had a couple seconds.
The halfling, using what strength he had combined with the power of weight, threw himself backwards as hard as he could, his grip around the dwarf's throat holding true. The dwarf made a choking sound, and fell back.
The halfling released the dwarf and landed on all fours a foot from where the dwarf fell, hard, on his back.

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Ahh! Sorry for the wait. I will try to get a reply up here soon.

Eh, the ones we have up with only a minimal amount of information are mostly the orphans. Less "official" characters right now, I suppose, until we sort out exactly which of them are going to be actually used for more than side characters. I might flesh the others out a bit whenever I get the time.

@Aristocles

EDIT: I just updated my "My Orphans" post, and added pictures. Thought I would let you know!

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria took her sweet time, thinking about everything that had happened and been said. Then, Alex. The time they had spent together, how he was the first person she had felt close to in years.
She pressed her palms against the sink, leaning her weight into it. She took a few, shaky breaths, weighing her options. Even if she managed to return to her aunt and uncles’, the situation would be impossible to explain. Illyad, no matter how hospitable, was still a stranger. And Alex...
Alex wanted to see her.
She ran a hand through her hair, closed her eyes, and held her breath. Questions only Alex could answer consumed her thoughts. The need for answers settled heavily in her chest.
She found bandages that would work, then reluctantly left the bathroom.
“Okay,” she said softly, sitting as far from Illyad as possible, her gaze on the floor. “If he wants to meet, then... fine.”

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Watchya mean? Because of the various other characters we've ended up adding in with short snippets of profiles?

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Thayva gave a knowing nod and followed him toward the hidden passages and stairwells that led back to the kitchen. “I know. Perhaps we should add a lecture to the plans again about wasting food.”
Though she had lived in a bit more prosperous part of the region during the famine Serapis had spoke about on a couple occasions, rations had still been well watched. The sheer amount of wasted food splattered over the dining hall was a sickening thought indeed, in more ways than one.
When they reached the kitchen, she began pulling out a few items from the cabinets in preparation. She looked to him at his offer, and smiled warmly.
“Thanks, hon.” She went to him and gave him a loving nuzzle. “But, like you said, training is almost half over. We can get it made quicker together, and maybe have enough time to actually sit down and eat.”

* * *

Tor laughed at Laura’s taunt. “It’s not me I’m worried about, my little dwarf friend!” She gave Laura’s back a good-mannered bat with her thick tail. She rolled her eyes at the dwarf’s challenge. “Alright, you cocky mountain-dweller. I see a free mat.” She nodded toward one of the mats as a couple other girls started brawling on one near it. “Or are you too chicken?” She put her hands under her armpits and made a sound somewhere between a reptilian hiss and a clucking chicken.
Kai had eagerly stepped away from Laura and Tor, instead finding a group more of her build beneath the watchful eye of a martial arts instructor, and waited her turn on the mat. The teacher called out instructions every now and again, even stopping the fight a couple times to correct the girl’s forms, before Kia finally got her chance.

* * *

“Better than last time.” Nick grabbed a waterskin he had brought with him and tossed the remaining bit to Aurelian. Bare-chested like many of the other boys, he leaned back, his chest still a bit glossy from the exercise routine he had done before observing Aurelian’s fight.
He glanced over at Jorn. “Still aching?”
Nick’s attention shifted to the dueling reptiles, a grin on his face at the other boy’s words.

To the mute halfling’s dismay, one of the instructors caught him lurking and ushered him onto a mat with a human a bit younger than him--five, maybe six years old--so their height and build matched up better. His opponent still had a small amount of baby fat around his face, making his cheeks pudgy, and his dark hair was a flyaway mess.
The halfling suppressed a groan, and raised his fists in a defensive stance as the other child did the same.
“Keep those fists up, and attentions on your opponent!” the instructor, a halfling himself, reminded.
With that, the human lunged forward awkwardly, trying out the newest attack the halfling boy had seen one of the teachers demonstrate.
The halfling nimbly ducked beneath the boy’s fists and slid behind him. With both hands, the halfling shoved the human’s back, making him stumble toward the edge of the mat.

The Collector (2) [Closed]

@Scarifar
Woo! Post! And you could always still try to play him for a while. Try out the new personality if you wanted, as long as our dear GMs are good with that.

The Collector (2) [Closed]

For the love of Faerie, get away from there, Soren! Nikolai scolded his brother, following Scarlet’s lead as bubbles began to form in the sink. He pulled his jacket off, and the holes in it stitched themselves together to form a bag. He started shoving some of what Soren had dumped onto the counter inside, the bubbles starting to spill over.
Soren sighed. “Yeah, that’s not a sinklapod. Unless it’s rabid.” Despite his light tone as he stepped away and reached to open a drawer, he kept a wary eye on the foam. Then, the twins saw the same thing as Scarlet. “Definitely not a sinklapod.”
Nikolai, his body ever ready to take action, nimbly jumped over the island, slung his jacket-pack over his shoulder, grabbed Soren’s arm, and ran right behind Scarlet.
We wouldn’t stand a chance in this confined space!
The door slammed open, making the twins pause for a split second at the boy standing there, then they ran past.
Soren reached to grab the boy’s arm, to pull him along with them. “Fast food tonight, kid!”

* * *

When those from the kitchen came bursting out, Faira shouted and spun toward them. Her shadow spread out from beneath her shoes at the surge of emotional power, lapping at her feet in eager readiness to create a hiding place at her lightest of thoughts.
“What the freak?” she said slowly, raising her borrowed sword defensively at the sight of a swarm of foam flowing after them. She glanced to Rosaline, hoping she had some sort of answer, when she noticed spidery legs among the shimmering, bubbly eyes.
She let out a groan, and did her best to prepare herself, mentally and physically, to protect both herself and Rosaline from their newest, buggy opponents. At her silent command, sparks traveled down the blade and ignited into flames at its tip, the element burning with as little enthusiasm at the fight as its master. She felt it begging to be unleashed in full, nagging at the back of her skull to be let loose with in its raging glory, but she inhaled and did her best to ignore it, to maintain control of the feisty element.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria stared at Illyad intently as he answered her. “What about after tomorrow night?”
“Alex wants to see you.”
She exhaled and looked away. She snorted and shook her head slightly at his observed reason for her mistrust, his partial reason, and subconsciously fingered her pendant with her free hand.
She bit her lower lip and took a deep breath at the rest of his words, at the reminder that Alex had been the one to send Illyad in the first place. And the injury he had sustained blocking the Shade from her had, it would seem, not healed as quickly as she would have thought, if it would hinder him a day later. Which was something she suspected he would have known.
“I need to finish taking care of this,” Victoria said softly, indicating her arm. “I’ll be back.”
Glad for the excuse to delay any further answer, she returned to the bathroom, once more locking the door behind her.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria’s brows furrowed at the nonchalance in Illyad’s shrug. “They’re…” she faltered, debating on how much she should tell him.
She had already broken many of the rules her aunt and uncle lived by--she was standing in a warlock’s apartment, for crying out loud--and the last thing she wanted was to put them in harm’s way. So far, Illyad had only helped her, shown kindness, but she had read one too many books where the antagonists implemented the “good cop, bad cop” shtick to gain someone’s trust. She had no intention of ruling that out quite yet.
Victoria inhaled. “They’re about a six-hour drive from here, depending on who’s behind the wheel.” She adjusted the tissue paper on her arm, wincing slightly as it pulled from the cuts.

Northwood Academy

@kittyluna45
Nah, don't worry about it! :-) I completely understand. There's always next time!

I just had not tried to get on the chatzy in a really long time, so that was unexpected.